Slap!
Slap!
Slap...
One after another, hefty slaps landed on Qin Hu's face, leaving him delirious, his face completely swollen like a pig's head.
Onlookers pointed and murmured, numerous merchants and passersby stopped to watch. Qin Ying, gritting his teeth in hatred, wanted to step forward and save his brother, but he saw Chen Jie's sinister gaze fixed on him, as if waiting for him to make a move so he could counterattack and thoroughly deal with him.
So, he dared not act!
"Bastard!"
Qin Ying clenched his teeth, feeling deeply humiliated.
Just then, another person arrived from not far away, and Qin Ying, upon seeing him, immediately beamed with joy—it was the Inner Hall Master, Tang Ziyue.
Tang Ziyue approached, saw Qin Hu's beaten state, and then glanced at Chen Jie.
He bowed his hand and said, "Master Chen."
Chen Jie looked at Tang Ziyue and said, "Oh, Mr. Tang, what brings you here?"
